March 5, 2009

handball. volleyball. rejam lembing. lempar cakera. lontar peluru.

handball. volleyball. rejam lembing. lempar cakera. lontar peluru.

handball. volleyball. rejam lembing. lempar cakera. lontar peluru.

handball. volleyball. rejam lembing. lempar cakera. lontar peluru.

handball. volleyball. rejam lembing. lempar cakera. lontar peluru.

handball. volleyball. rejam lembing. lempar cakera. lontar peluru.

semue lawan serentak ujung mac ni.

aku balik sek 6.30 hari2 sampai rumah kol 7.15.

rase nak tercabut kepale lutut.

p/s : ade aku bgtau anak2 murid aku hensem2 belaka? haha.

March 3, 2009

saye anak nelayan.

i was filling up the attendance book for my class (form 4) . since they’re too lazy too bring their SMM forms, i have to ask them personally the details.

the details are as follows : father’s name, father’s ic no, father’s occupation.

and while i was filling up this particular boy’s details (he’s one of my favourite, taiko sekolah), i asked him:

Miss Nisa : ok, ****, Ayah kerje ape?

Student : ……….

Miss Nisa : ****, ayah awak kerja ape?

Student : saye malu cikgu nak bgtau.

Miss Nisa : kenape nak malu?

Student : nanti cikgu tak mau kawan ngan saya dah kalau cikgu tau saye anak nelayan.

Miss Nisa : mane adee…. saye kawan semue orang.

back in the staff room, i MERAUNG. MERAUNG. MERAUNG.

haih.

February 27, 2009

i live to teach.

i’m liking my life right at this moment.

i even feel excited to wake up at 5 every morning and go to school! sometimes i accidentally woke up at 4 and i’ll be like, “ape? br pukul 4?”

gile takde life.

i’m coping quiet well with school, the 45 minutes travel back and forth, the workloads, the principal, the colleagues and the students.

the students. oh my. let me tell you about my students.

number 1, sometimes u feel like u want to sepuk-sepuuuuuk, sekeh-sekeh, tonyoh your students.
but then, there are times u feel like giving them hugs.

number 2, there are times you feel like u want to stop from being a teacher.
but then, there are times you have that oh-this-is-why-i-become-a-teacher moment.

everyday i juggled those two thoughts in my head.

and the end of the day, it will always balanced out. or one strecthed out the most.

when i faced one or two incidents where i feel like “debik”ing my kids,
it is always the same kids who later who touched your soul
and make you said “oh yes, these students are from my class”

whenever i faced those “i wanna quit this job” moments. God , with His ways soothe me
and made me realised that there’s nothing that i want to do other than teaching.

i love my students.

even though they’re not every teachers’ dream students, you could not do role-play with them, they would not understand anything that you’re saying, they’re reluctant, naughty, hardcore students, jenis kene dok gantung sekolah selalu.

they dont even know how to pronounce “Shakespeare” nor even heard that guy’s name.

but they’ve  touched my heart since the moment i stepped my foot in the school.

they showed me courage to work hard to support their family. they showed me what a brother would do in order for their lil siblings be able to go to school and buy some books. sobs.

they’re the big reason i look forward to school everyday.

they put the smile on my face everyday.

and i will do my very best, the best that i could give, to make their life more meaningful.

:)

February 22, 2009

Are you sure you’re not Indian?

i have a dark skin tone. and i’m proud of it. and people always mistaken me as Mamak or Indian.
i dont mind it at all but i found it really funny when they strongly persist that i’m an Indian.

i’m a Malay. well, i have ancestors that originate from different parts of the world but i dont care.

I’m a Malaysian.

somehow, indians seem to get along easily with me. i dont mind that too. i’m liking it actually.

i’ll show you a few examples where people mistakenly assume my heritage based on my skin colour.

1. my students the other day.

Student A : cikgu lu campur ah?
Cikgu Nisa : eh, ape pulak campur2 ni. masuk kelas masing-masing.
Student A : tala cikgu, saya mau tanye, lu ade campur ka?
Cikgu Nisa : campur apa?? ape lu mau cakap?
Student B : cikgu die mau tanye, lu ade darah campur ka? lu campur India ka?
Cikgu Nisa : ooooo. hahahhaha.

2.the Bangladeshi workers in petrol station in Manjung will treat me special, i never have to fill the petrol myself. i always got compliments, sometimes
mineral water. my mum said maybe because they think i’m one of them. haha.

3.wherever in Masjid Jamek, Jalan Masjid India,or in Gulatis Silk Store. the Bangladeshi workers will definitely gave salaam to me, but not to my friends
whom i’m walking with. bak kate Fariza , “yelah ko sorang je lah Islam kan”. hehe.

4. there’s one kedai mamak yg dekat sini that will give me extra food. sometimes milo ais.
“untuk adik manis, cuaca panas, cepat haus” and i never set my foot there again.

4. there’s an Indian taxi driver in Sydney who argued with me about my race. i said i’m a pure Malay. he argued and asked so many times
” Are you sure you’re not Indian? Are you sure?”. hahah. he was confident that i don’t know that i’m an Indian. wtf?

4. the golden moment that i’ll remember for the rest of my live.

back in Sydney, i was getting some lunch with my junior, Reez who had the same skin tone as mine.
we just finished a stand-up comedy course and were pretty hungry. we went to the North Indian food outlet in QVB’s food court.
i’m a regular customer there and the lady boss had already know me by face at that time, but we never had any conversation of
anything personal. so when the lady boss saw us there trying to pick what to eat, she smiled and nodded at me and asked Reez this faboulous question.

“So, are you Bangladeshi too?” ROFL.

All this while, she confidently assumed that i’m Bangladeshi. That explains the extra papaddums!
Poor Reez! he was dumbfounded! i think that was GOLD!

its the same in schools. during prac, i had this one student who ask me to marry him !
and now i just discovered that i have a fan club in school, with all Indian members! they are such sweethearts! willing to hold umbrella for me during sports
practice and follow me around. how to spot them? they’ll wear sunnies during sport practice, coz i’ll wear them too and kononnye i made a fashion statement
at that school. hahah.

whatever kind-of-face that i have or wether i’m campur or not. the most important thing is that I’m a Muslim and Allah has created me that way.
why should i complain? i’m liking the extra attention!

indians or malays or bangladeshis, we’re all humans eh? there’s no race superior than other.

February 22, 2009

How to Handle Hard-to-handle-students. Cikgu Nisa says.

my tips on how to handle “hard-to-handle-students”.

its my “luck” that i aways get the last classes. during prac and now in school.
there are a few things that i tried and it works during prac, and i’m trying it with my students
in school and it started to show some positive signs.
so, here goes:

be strict at first, but let loose slowly. not too strict, still make jokes but with straight face.

make an effort to remember all their names. call everyone’s name.

when u see them outside class,  call their names, eventhough sometimes they try to avoid eye-contacts with u.
e.g when i saw one of my students passed me at the corridor i’ll go ” haa.. Hafizi”.

if u see them not at the canteen during recess, ask them have they eaten or not.  they’ll know that u care for them.

always be ready to enter their class, prepare 110% with the ABM, worksheets. show that you are interested in teaching them, sometimes teachers did not enter their class and teach them only by copying notes. they think that teachers are not interested to teach them because they’re stupid and bad. show that you’re not that kind of teacher.

show that you trust them. tell them to gain your trust first (in my case : by not wandering around the school if they said they’re going to the toilet). make sure that you can be trusted too. fulfill your promises to the students. if u say that u dont want anyone in your class eating candy, punish them if you caught them doing it.

sometimes a pat on the back is what they asked for. not more than that.

do not hit them coz they’ll get those from the discipline teacher.

during roll call in the morning, make an effort to ask how are they feeling that day, what they did yesterday at home etc.

ask them to help you carry things, and dont forget to thank them. they’ll feel appreciated.

tell the class teacher to tell that class that you said their class is a good class, and you like teaching them (eventhough it is likewise).  they’ll treat you differently the next time you enter to teach. trust me.

u always ask them to listen to you. there are times we have to listen what they’ve got to say too.

always smile at them outside school. if they wave at you, wave back.

always help them with their problems. be it academic or personal. you’ll be shock to hear the kinds of problems kids nowadays are facing.

compliment them, their hairstyle, or hairdos,their handwriting, if they answered correctly, if they are willing to try,
tell them that they have a beautiful smile and stuff. you like to hear them too dont you?

you set the rules. let them inforce it.

if you are a class teacher and want to do some changes in the class, ie. the seating arrangements or anything, discuss with the whole class and
hear their opinions. often times, they have brilliant things in their minds and they will realise that they can make decisions too and someone
is hearing what they have to say.

my colleagues gave me this :

This I believe:-

that when we choose to teach, we choose to serve;
that every child is entitled to the best we have to give, regardless of his personality, or his situation;
that our discipline should be firm, consistent, and Constructive;
that we should remember that kindness, consideration, and trust are not signs of weakness in a teacher;
that children are hurt by the same things that hurt us – sarcasm and ridicule;
that we should not exact a higher standard of conduct in matters of punctuality, responsibility, and self control that we ourselves possess;
that we have limitless opportunities to touch lives for good; and,
that we should treat every child as if he were our very own.

last thing which i think is important.

love them. love them. love them. and show them that you love them!

there’s nothing great like the power of love!

it works for me, hope it works for you too!

February 17, 2009

alahai.

just as i thought that i had no hope in being a good teacher, i was feeling a bit down today, rase nak piat2 telinge students, all of them were too hard to handle…

my former student ( u remember 2 seroja?)  called!

during school hours! amboi bawak hp pi sekolah!

and they said they miss me! and i “cikgu paling best yg kitorang pernah ade!”

heeeeee.

God works in His miraculous ways.

smile.smile.smile.smile.

February 5, 2009

char kuey teow

Student A : Lau She, lu tau char kuey teow ah?

Lau She Nisa : tau. apa pasal lu tanya?

Student A : Lu makan char kuey teow ah?

Lau She : makan. apa pasal lu tanya? lu mau bagi saya ka?

Student A : mana mau kata dalam melayu oo

Lau She : char kuey teow juga laaaa

Student A : ooohh.

15 minit kemudian.

Student A : Lu tolong saya tulis char kuey teow *gives teacher the form*

Lau She Nisa : ohhh. u mau tulis bapak u kerja bikin char kuey teow aa??

Student A : kerja? apa itu? bukan. bapak saya bikin char keuy teow mau angkat luit.

Lau She : hahahahahahhaha!

February 3, 2009

Jubli Perak.

perak cuti hari ni. Jubli Perak.

and next monday pun cuti gak. sbb ahad tu Thaipusam.

heh. syoknye jadi orang perak!

February 2, 2009

Coffeeholic gone crazy.

*this entry was written 2 days ago*

slurrppp.  I’m typing from a really cozy corner of a small cyber cafe  in Manjung, while sipping my favourite cup of coffee.

ok. i lied. i’m not drinking coffee but just mineral water coz the doctor told me that i might be allergic to coffee.u got it right. let me say it one more time.

i, Khairun Nisa, who drink coffee religiously  has been diagnosed of allergy to coffee!!!!!!!!!

*petir sabung menyabung*
it is the end of the world
*petir sabung menyabung*

i always think MILO drinkers are sissy. and i know what you’re thinking,  there’s always tea. yeah right. while i heard thunderstorm, tsunami and volcano eruption and the world seems to move slowly while the doctor said
that i should lay of coffee..    she also mentioned tea.

so no tea and no coffee. its bad for my tonsil (i know i should get rid of it while i was a kid). coz i’m having this chesty cough and i’ve been to the doctor twice and tried every cough syrup in store. i still had this cough every night and i know it irritates my mother and brother so much.

so i lay off coffee for two days ( tau tak betape seksanye???) and the cough dissappears.

i hate it when the doctor is right.

sheeeeshhh.

i cant find anything that can replace coffee or tea. i tried horlicks, ovaltine and oligo-coco as well as vico.
(if i say something bad about the brand can they sue me?)

well, u got the picture, if i like drinking milo, this blog should be Milocart not coffeecart.

i once whine about this loudly and mom snapped,

“syukurlah ade air nak minum, Allah baru tarik nikmat kopi. tu orang2 Palestin tu nak minum air paip pun susah”.

*dush*

**********tapi ade OldTown baru bukak kat Manjung!************

February 2, 2009

Lau She Nisa.

i am now a career woman. hehe. well, i’ve started teaching 3 weeks ago in a school 45 minutes drive from home.
So, i travel back and forth and leave house at 6.30(!!) everyday. Well, i teach 5 subjects (PM, Sivik, PJK, Seni Visual & English), but half of all the teaching periods, I teach Moral. Its quiet fun actually.there’s not much thing to do,  except that most of my students dont really understand bahasa. 70% of the students in the school are chinese.
they dont even speak kantonese or mandarin, they have their own dialect which i forgot what it is. so the
language barrier between my students and i is humangus. in English class, it is even much harder! i cant speak English all the time, and i translate it into Bahasa Melayu and some of students who are quiet bright
will translate it into chinese to their friends. Gile multilingual jadinye my class!

i’ve learnt some of the words in this dialect. it is vital so that we know when the students throw us vulgar words (they do it most of the time).

i’m pretty happy actually. well we cant complain much can we? there are other people who are jobless and i should be thankful to God that my path towards this career well pretty much easy peasy.

it is just that i dont have much friends in Manjung though i grew up here and all my childhood friends should be from here.

i dont know where have they disappeared, well, time to make new friends and locate my old friends!

i cant whine too much about my school, or the fact that i have no social life. i just have to adapt or create the life that i wanted. there are others who are very far away from family and civilization. God has His own way to work things out.
He gave me school that is near to my house and i got my family beside me.  some of my friends got far away from home but they have friends around them. see, one way or another, there’s always some good things for us.

God is fair and the more
we love Him, the more He loves us back.

i ramble a lot. i know. i cant help it.

till then,

lots of loving,
Lau She Nisa. (heh)